“I hate ABBA” was my life’s big lie. I love ABBA. The musician in my soul appreciates just how complex those songs are structurally. Yes, the lyrics are some of the most ridiculous things ever written in the English language, but since English was the bands second (or even third) language, I think maybe we should lay off now.
And it’s a sparkly and shiny and disco-y. It’s a slice of dance heaven. I dare you not to move.
Also, this was one of the few bands my father seemed to approve of. Scandinavian pride trumped all else in the scheme of things, I guess.